Ethan and I are sitting in his room celebrating his newly acquired learner's permit. He just called Benny to come over so he can surprise him with it.

"So you're totally using this as an excuse to try and get closer to Sarah, right?" I ask, poking his arm in fun. He shoves my hand off as he sighs in annoyance.

"It might help us get closer, but that's not the only reason why I'm doing this. Having to learn from my dad or mom, it's not a visual I want." He says, shuddering in disgust. I laugh in response and shove him as we laugh on his bed. I lean forward and rest my forehead on his shoulder, feeling the coolness of his denim jacket against my temple.

"I was in the middle of learning how to make an invisible sandwich! What could be so important that you had to- Oooo, no way, your learner's permit?!" Benny says, coming in after knocking on the door. Ethan handed him the permit mid sentence and now Benny's goo goo eyes over it.

"This is way more important than my invisi-BLT." He adds on, twirling the paper in his hands.

"I'm now legal to drive. As long as there's a licensed driver in the car with me." Ethan explains, very serious but still happy about the news. Benny scoffs at this and shakes his head in disappointment. I give him a flustered look from behind E.

"Need a babysitter for the car too? Lame." Benny says, still looking over the paper. Ethan looks at him expectantly as if he's waiting for something.

"And your babysitter's a hot Sarah. With a driver's license. Less lame. " Benny finally realizes, looking at Ethan with wide eyes in disbelief.

I roll my eyes at the two of them and text Rory to see if he's busy. While they're discussing finding a ride for Ethan, I check my messages for replies. The best thing about dating a vampire is the ridiculously fast texting. You're never left wondering what they're doing or if you sent something cringe worthy. About the only time I'm left waiting is when he's hunting, even then I get a picture of his location. I think they're supposed to be happy selfies, but he never shows up on camera. He often forgets that.

"You coming, Carol?" Ethan asks, waiting by the door of his room. I look up at him from my phone and have wide eyes. I haven't heard a single thing him and Benny said in the past five minutes. There was no way to hide that now.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, hoping he won't be annoyed. He sighs and shakes his head dismissively. I laugh nervously in response as he looks at me again.

"We're heading down the block to Malcom's garage sale. Benny says he saw a car there on the way here. Do you want to come?" He asks again. I contemplate that for a minute and picture myself with Rory instead. There's no way I'm passing that up.

"I'll pass. But let me know how it goes." I say, getting off his bed and walking over to him, We walk out together and head downstairs. Benny's waiting for Ethan at the front door, almost impatiently. As we all walk out, Benny watches me turn the corner and calls out to me.

"You're not coming with us?!" He calls across the street. Ethan bumps into Benny from behind from his sudden halt. I turn around fully to call back toward them, placing my hands around my mouth.

"Nah, but if you need me I'll be at Rory's!" I smirk as I continue to walk away. But I can't help but notice the disgusted looks on their faces. There's a shared groan of disinterest and I stifle a giggle.


"Hi, Mrs. Keaner! Is Rory in?" I ask, looking around her for his familiar face. She smiles broadly at me and welcomes me in, extending her arm.

"Carol! So good to see you, he's upstairs. Tell me, when are you two gonna get serious? I am so impatient for your inevitable wedding." She says, nudging my arm as I walk through her foyer. I nervously laugh, never fully understanding these jokes of hers.

"You're too funny, Mrs. Keaner." I retort. She smiles widely at me, her blonde hair almost bouncing happily. She ushers me into the kitchen to help her pile up a tray of drinks and snacks, then lets me by upstairs.

I tap on his door with my foot and listen for a response.

"Coming mom! Just a sec, don't come in yet!" He answers, taking a solid minute before opening the door and finally realizing it's me.

"Babe!" He yells, pouncing me with the tray still in my hands.

"Rory, the tray." I squeak, trying to refrain from breathing and killing my ribcage more. Rory's cute, but sometimes he forgets just how strong he is when he's excited. He lets me go and grabs the tray from my hands.

"Sorry, Carol. I must be a gentleman, let me help you carry this in." He says, leaning against his door so I can walk into his room. I clutch my side and sigh softly, trying to ignore the throbbing in my ribs. He closes the door behind him and sets the tray on his bed.

"So tell me, what were you doing that your mom couldn't see?" I ask, smirking as I look at his sabre lying next to his mirror. He chuckles nervously and tosses the light sabre to the other side of the room. I stifle more giggles before sitting on his bed.

"So, what's the plan, love bunch?" He asks, sitting in a love seat and chowing down on some pretzels. I stare at him, completely bewildered at this new nickname. His expression hasn't changed in this slightest, even after seeing my new face.

"I was thinking maybe we could have an indoor pool day and then curl up with popcorn and movies? Or did you have other plans for today?" I ask, tilting my head as I look at him. Almost instantly his eyes widen and light up. The smile on his face is wide and almost child like. God, he's such a dork.

"Be right back!" He yells, dashing out of his room. I stare at the spot where he used to be and shake my head to shake off whatever suspicions pop up.

"I'm back!" He cries, almost a minute later. His arms are filled with pool toys and goggles, while his attire is flip flops and pool shorts.

"How did you-" I start to ask. He rushes over and places his finger on my lips to shush me. The assortment of things in his arms are now on the floor by the closed door. I look up at him with questions in my eyes. He then proceeds to set up lawn chairs, a kid sized swimming pool and plays a list of Heckbot songs.

"Your indoor pool, awaits my lovely lady." He says with an outstretched arm toward it. I think this is the first slightly romantic thing he's done for us and it only happened because I asked him to do it with me.

"Should I leave so you can change? Or would you like assistance?" He asks, coming toward me with a hand out.

"Out!" I shout almost instantly. He scoffs, but leaves me with a pouty face. I groan in frustration and start getting undressed, leaving my clothes on his bed. My one piece is not nearly as attractive as a bikini, but I'm comfortable in it and that's all that matter.

"Is my babealicious ready?" He asks, knocking on the door. I answer and he enters with a dropped jaw, my hands reflexively cover myself out of habit.

"You're so pretty.." He says, his smile just as wide as it was earlier. The blush that sets in on my face is practically instantaneous.

"Even when you're blushing you're a cutie." He says with a small chuckle.

"Hush up, Rory." I say, pushing him on the arm. I was hoping it would push him out of the room, but it didn't move him an inch.

"Why must you be so thick?" I shout, hitting his arm.

"Ow!" He says, rubbing the spot that I hit. I smirk at him and make my way over to the kiddie pool. The two of us sit inside snugly, but I get the strongest feeling he did this deliberately.

"What do you say we get to some canoodling?" He asks with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, but let him put his arm around me. He sighs contentedly and squeezes me toward me.

"Don't you get enough canoodling throughout the week during school when you surprise attack me?" I ask, looking over to him. He shakes his head, almost seriously and kisses my temple.

"Absolutely not. Those are specially reserved for the lunchroom." He says, looking to me with a candid look on his face. I roll my eyes and smile at him, kissing his forehead before grabbing his face and kissing him.

"So forceful! I like it!" He says, pulling me in deeper for the kiss. I laugh as one kiss turns into several and we wrap our arms around each other.

"Oh baby!" He shouts, getting too excited and biting my lips with his fangs.

"Rorykins!" I shout, touching my lips and applying pressure to the now bleeding spot. My boyfriend can be dorky and at times very sweet, but then he does things like this and I have to kill him.